Growing up in a neighborhood of boys, I only played with Barbies in private, unless they were invited to a GI Joe game and they needed a nurse doll present. I was an only child till I was eight and I was fascinated with so many things. My parents never led me to understand what was meant for boys or girls because I think they wanted me to experience childhood the way they both had.
I didn’t really have girlfriends until I started grade school. Still, I played ballerina or Paula Abdul (don’t ask) with the girls and then army or Pogs with the boys. As I got older, I found girls like me. My best friends in high school were not girlie. They could play rough with the boys but dress pretty for prom too. We were a perfect fit. We still are, except out of the group of girls I cherish the most, we are scattered amongst four states in separate geographically regions of the United States.
I’ve been hopelessly awkward since I began college. I left home and found myself having to start from scratch. Southern California does not give an East Coast girl the same kind of welcome a surfer girl gets, particularly Continue reading